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peachm1lkk · 3 months ago

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『 A Special Donation 』

Synopsis — Marcus gets a unique requests regarding his favorite-least-favorite pain pig

Warnings — NONCON, Size Difference, Belly Bulge, you wear a Collar, Degradation, reference to past Torture, choking, Abusive Relationships, past Stalking mentioned, Mild Painplay, Face Slapping, Canon-Typical Behavior, Porn Without Plot, Facials, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, He cums in your hair, Verbal Humiliation, You're not a good person lol

Pairing — Marcus x Reader

A/N — Cross posted this on AO3, I love Marcus so much... My second favorite ball of hatred who'd I'd let break all my bones.. Can you tell this is loosely based off his Patreon Audio?? Maybe

It's uncomfortable, you note— The collar snugly tied around your neck. Another thing you note, other than the fact that you probably missed a ton of work in your classes, was that he hasn't been back in a while. You weren't really used to this… silence, that overcame the apartment when you weren't sobbing or pleading with him not to hurt you.

You glances down at the amateur attempt to wrap broken fingers, your begging never really worked. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you stand up, wobbling slightly from the bit of malnutrition you've been experiencing from eating only microwave meals and cup noodles— the brief dizziness isn't helped by the fact that you usually don't eat much anyway.

On the bright side, if you can even call it that, you've been picking up baking! Making a variety of sweets whenever he wasn't paying attention to you, those days tended to be the best because other than a few random photos he left you to your own devices.

Just as you were about to walk to the living room, the door to their shared dorm rattled, a few frustrated attempts being made before Marcus finally opened it. He was probably fumbling with the keys.

“U-uh… welcome home,” you softly said, keeping your eyes on the floor.

Marcus grunted in response, tossing his backpack onto the couch. “Your friend asked where you were today.” He informed, walking up to what used to be your camera to examine how long its been recording. A hint of a smile on his face as he hit the mute button, “It's actually kinda funny how worried she seemed… Do you think she knows that she used to be featured on your blog?”

Oh he’s in that mood it seems like, you don't even know what to say. What could you say? Usually any time you spoke— whether it be to apologize or say some shitty excuse it ended with you on the floor crying.

Thankfully, he seemed content with your silence, “You can speak y’know, they can't hear us speak right now… you're little white knight saviors I mean.”

You swallowed hard, your throat dry and constricted by the collar. you kept your gaze fixed on the floor, afraid to meet Marcus's eyes.

"I... I don't know," you whispered, your voice hoarse from disuse. "I never told anyone about it."

Marcus chuckled darkly, stepping closer. You instinctively flinched away, but the wall behind you left nowhere for you to retreat.

"Oh, I'm sure you didn't," he said, reaching out to run a finger along your collar. "Our little secret, right?" His touch made your skin crawl, but you forced yourself to remain still. Any reaction could set him off.

"You know," Marcus continued conversationally, "Someone made a donation today— A uh, what do you call it again? A commission, right.” you eyed him nervously as he walked over to the computer reading over past comments and forums regarding the live stream.

“Hey Piggy, you ever had sex before?” The question was as sudden as it was startling, “Pardon..?”

“I'm assuming you've had sex at least once since you have an ex and all that, but y'know… you're also you so I wouldn't be surprised if you've only seen two dicks in your life.” He goes on, much too casually for how personal the subject was— But maybe you didn't have a right to complain about privacy, god knows how many other people's privacy you've violated on those now privated posts.

“Hey pig, answer me.” The irritation in his voice has you tripping over your own words to get an answer out "You're right u-uhm… only done it with my ex.” you stammered, messing with the hem of your shirt with your good hand. “ No one else after that…”

Marcus's eyes gleamed with a mix of cruelty and excitement that made You's stomach churn. You could sense something terrible was coming. "You know how many times I thought about killing you when I found your little stalker forum?” He said changing subjects, grabbing the camera perched upon its stand. “I mean— It's disgusting, even now I still think about strangling you to death… Just the thought that you probably touched yourself to my photos makes me sick.” He takes a deep breath, his finger hitting a button on the camera that you couldn't remember the function for.

“How many times have you cum at the thought of my dick inside you?”

You felt sick, knowing that he wasn't entirely wrong “M-Marcus I'm sorry,” you whispered, even knowing it was futile you can never get rid of the instinct.

"Well, looks like today's your lucky day," he said with a smirk. "Our generous donor wants to see you fucked." Your eyes widened in horror. "What," you whispered, your voice trembling. "I-I can't...”

Marcus ignored your plea, grabbing your arm roughly. “And even if I can't kill you— I might as well fuck you like I'm gonna, right?”

He dragged you towards the bedroom, You stumbling behind him as you tried to resist. But months of captivity and malnourishment had left your weak and unsteady.

"Please, Marcus," you begged as he shoved you onto the bed. “I’m sorry I'm so sorry— please don't do this."Marcus laughed coldly as he loomed over your trembling form on the bed. "Sorry? You're sorry?” He mocked, “Sorry doesn't fucking pay for all the gross ass photos you’ve taken of me does it, pig?"

He set up the camera on the nightstand, angling it to capture the entire bed. Your heart raced as you heard the telltale beep of it starting to record.

“C'mon, Let's give our viewers a good show, I know how much you love their attention after all." Marcus whispered against the shell of your ear, You shuddered as Marcus's breath ghosted across your skin. Your mind raced, desperately searching for a way out of this nightmare, but you were trapped - physically and psychologically. Months of captivity and abuse had worn away your defenses.

"Please," you whimpered one last time, even as Marcus began pulling at your clothes.

He ignored your feeble protests, methodically stripping your bare. The camera's unblinking eye recorded every moment of your humiliation. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to retreat into yourself, to find some quiet corner of your mind that this wasn't happening. But Marcus wouldn't allow you that small mercy. He grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him. "Eyes open," he growled. "I want you to see exactly who's doing this to you."

Tears streamed down You's cheeks as Marcus positioned himself over your. Tugging his own pants down to let his thickness free, “Ha… ha— You're just meat…” He mumbles slowly stroking himself to full hardness, “Meat that was born to be taken advantage of, it was only a matter of time before someone found out… I was just the less cruel option.”

You choked back a sob as Marcus's words cut through your like knives. you wanted to argue, to insist that you weren't just "meat," that you were a person with hopes and dreams and dignity. But Maybe he was right. Maybe this was all you deserved. Marcus lined himself up, his eyes locked on You's tear-streaked face. "Remember," he whispered, "you brought this on yourself."

With that, he thrust forward brutally, burying himself inside your unprepared body. You cried out in pain, your back arching off the bed. It hurt - oh god, it hurt so much. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the crushing weight of shame and despair.

"That's it," Marcus grunted, placing a hand on your lower stomach "Cry for the camera. Show everyone what good rape bait you are.” He cooed, setting a brutal pace forcing his cock as far as your gummy walls allowed it — “ For once you being small is actually a plus,” he panted in between thrusts, watching the small bump in your stomach appear and disappear in time with each thrust.

His eyes glanced over at the camera, a part of him feeling truly disgusted at the type of people watching— But at the same time it made his dick throb so much harder, “You like that? Showing everyone that you're just a flesh light, hm?”

Your body shook with each brutal thrust, pain radiating through your core. Despising how despite the pain his deep fucking was enough to tickle the instinct out, to pull wetness that with each slap of his pelvis pressing against your ass a damned embarrassing wet squelch was made.

"Answer me," he snarled, grabbing your hair and yanking your head back. "Tell the camera how much you love being used like the worthless cum dump you are."

A strangled whimper escaped You's lips. "I-I..." you gasped, barely able to form words through the pain and humiliation. "I luh—love being- being u-used."

Marcus's pace grew even more frantic, his grip on your hips bruising. "That's right," he panted. "This is all you're good for. Just meat to stick my dick in…” Holding your hips up with one hand his free hand snakes down to your throat- applying pressure slowly

“Meat that doesn't need to—shit—breathe.” He mumbles, You's vision begins to blur as Marcus's hand tightens around your throat. Her lungs burned, desperately craving oxygen. Panic overwhelmed you as darkness crept in at the edges of your sight. Just as you thought you might lose consciousness, Marcus released his grip. You gasped and coughed, gulping in air. The brief respite was short-lived as Marcus resumed his relentless assault on your body.

"Fuck," he grunted, his thrusts loosing pace and becoming erratic. “You felt so tight just then, do you really get off to me raping you? Are you that cock hungry?” He teased, letting his hand fall to your puffy clit- rubbing cruel circles all over the ball of nerves “Fuck… I'm close. Where do you want it, pig? Where should I mark you as mine?"

You couldn't answer, still struggling to catch your breath. Her silence seemed to anger Marcus further. The burning sensation of his hand registering first before you realized he'd slap you, cruel fingers digging into your cheek, forcing you to look at him. "I asked you a question," he snarled. "Where. Do. You. Want. It?"

With pained moans you refused to believe came from genuine pleasure you stammered out a shaky response, “O-out— puh-please, not in- in me.” you sobbed,

Marcus's eyes glinted with cruel amusement. "Not inside, huh? Well, since you asked so nicely..." With a final brutal thrust, he pulled out of your abused body. You barely had time to feel relief before he was straddling your chest, his hand gripping your jaw tightly.

"Open wide," he commanded, stroking himself furiously. Too broken to resist, You parted your lips. Marcus groaned as he reached his climax, his release splattering across your face and into your open mouth. You gagged at the thickness and slimy texture, but Marcus held your still until he was finished.

"There," he panted, wiping himself clean on your hair. "Now everyone can see what a filthy little whore you really are."

He climbed off your, tucking himself into his pants. And walking over to the camera to stop the recording, leaving You trembling and soiled on the bed. you curled into yourself, trying your best to tune it all out and just go to bed.

“Oh, piggy—” He started grabbing your attention, “You have an essay due or something, your professor stopped me earlier today to tell you that.” He casually explained, as if he didn't just rape you.

“I should probably go work on that project... Pretty sure it's due soon,” He said to himself, lifting the camera up to eye level. You flinched at the familiar clicking sound of the camera, trying to keep your soft crying to a minimum even after hearing him mumble something about the picture probably not printing well. You lay motionless on the bed, your mind struggling to process the trauma you had just endured. Every part of you ached - your body from the brutal assault, your throat from Marcus's choking, your very soul from the depths of degradation you had been forced to.

you could hear Marcus moving around the apartment, the casual sounds of everyday life a stark contrast to the horror of what had just transpired. The urge to scrub yourself clean was overwhelming, but You couldn't bring yourself to move. you feared any motion might shatter what was left of your fragile psyche.

Time passed in a haze. You drifted in and out of consciousness, your exhausted mind seeking escape in fitful snatches of sleep. You were vaguely aware of Marcus returning to the bedroom at some point, muttering about needing his textbook.

"You should really get started on that essay," he remarked “It's due in a few days.”

#marcus x reader #kv va #splatbox #kvva #x reader #smut #reader insert #fem reader #tw noncon #tw abuse #size difference #Marcus is a bully but that's expected #Poor reader #kverse

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thevanillerose · 27 days ago

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BLIZZARD II | GOJO x READER | JUJUTSU KAISEN

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The fire had dwindled to embers now, the room bathed in a dim orange glow that flickered across the rough wooden walls which had seen years of use.

Years of it, before you two oddballs somehow ended up holed in here together.

The howling storm outside pressed against the cabin like a living thing, but all you could focus on was the warmth beside you—Gojo’s arm still draped casually around your shoulders, his fingers drawing slow, lazy circles on your sleeve. It was such an innocent touch on the surface, but each pass of his fingers sent an unmistakable shiver down your spine, one that had nothing to do with the cold.

Before you’d even known it, the cautious walls you'd built up were scattered debris at your feet, and you were embraced in his arms. Your cheek was on the ratty sofa cushion. His arms were wrapped around your middle, keeping you against him.

“Still shivering,” he said softly, his voice lower now, a murmur meant just for you.

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breathing, though the way his body heat radiated against yours made it impossible to focus. “I-I’m not,” you stammered, though the tremble in your voice betrayed you.

This is a man who…definitely works out. A lot. A lot a lot.

You thought, sheepishly, your cheeks pink. No mistake, that well-chiseled form pressing taut to your back, was one which had been earned with a lot of sweat and effort. Hard-earned.

“Hmm,” he hummed, and his haughty tone dripped with that infuriating mix of something amusing, and something risky. “I’m not so sure I believe that.”

He shifted slightly, his body leaning closer, and the blanket slid down his shoulders, revealing the snug sweater that clung to his frame. Truly clung to it, like that blindfold did his eyes.

“Gojo,” you said, barely above a whisper, not even sure what you were trying to say. To stop? To keep going?

If you were being honest with yourself, him stopping was the last thing you wanted…

He tilted his head, his lips curling into a soft, near-predatory smile. “Yeah?” he replied, smugly.

“I…” You hesitated, every nerve in your body on edge. His fingers, which had been tracing your sleeve, moved up now, brushing the edge of your jawline so lightly it made your breath hitch. “This is—”

“Dangerous?” he interrupted, his smile widening, though there was a softness in his voice now that caught you off guard. “Come on, I told you before—you’re safe with me.”

The words should have reassured you, but the way he said them—low and deliberate, his thumb brushing against the curve of your jaw—only set your pulse racing faster. The air between was as tight and tense as a stretched rubber band.

“You don’t seem safe,” you whispered, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

Gojo chuckled, the sound deep and rich, vibrating through the small space between you. “No?” he murmured, leaning in so close now that the tip of his nose almost brushed yours. His voice dipped lower, sending a thrill down your spine. “Then why haven’t you pulled away? Why haven’t you tried to resist me?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Because he was right. You hadn’t pulled away. Your body betrayed you, leaning closer to him without even realizing it, drawn in by the warmth of him, the pull of something you couldn’t quite name.

“You’re not the only one feeling this,” he said softly, his tone gentler now, though his hand didn’t stop its slow, deliberate caress against your jaw. “Deny it if you want to. But we’re after the same thing. So, tell me…” His lips hovered so close to yours you could feel the ghost of his breath.

“Are you going to stop me?”

The words hung in the air, heavy and daring.

Were you?

Am I?

“No,” you whispered. Your heart roared so loud and brash in your ears, you barely heard your own meek little refusal.

Gojo’s lips quirked into a slow, satisfied smile. “Good answer,” he murmured, and then he closed the remaining distance.

The kiss was soft at first, almost tentative, as though he were testing the waters, giving you a chance to change your mind. As though, as intimidating as he was, he wanted to make it clear in some way that he would never torment you with force.

But when you didn’t pull away—when you leaned into him, your hand clutching and curling the edge of the blanket under your knuckle as if it could keep you anchored—he deepened the kiss. His free hand moved to your waist, sliding under the blanket to rest just above your hip, his touch firm and grounding.

His lips were warm, impossibly soft, and the way he moved against you—slow but confident, like he knew exactly how to unravel you—made your knees weak, even though you were already laying down.

He only got bolder.

You almost utterly unspooled when his hand on your jaw tilted your face slightly, guiding you closer, and his teeth grazed your bottom lip in a way that sent a shock of heat through your entire body. His hand, simultaneously, slipped low and tenderly enough that it was no mystery what he desired.

As you gasped softly, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue against yours, the kiss turning deeper, hotter, until the world itself seemed to melt away. His hand on your waist tightened slightly, pulling you against him, and the sheer heat of his body made you feel like you might catch fire.

When he finally pulled back, his lips just barely brushing yours, you were left breathless, your heart pounding so hard you were sure he could feel it thundering in his own chest too.

“Still cold?” he asked, his voice a husky whisper, his lips curving into a smirk that was equal parts smug and devastatingly attractive.

You shook your head, unable to form words, and he chuckled softly, his hand slipping from your waist to trail up your spine.

“Good,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, his voice dropping even lower. “Because I can keep this up all night.”

The storm outside raged on, the wind howling through the trees, but inside the cabin, your world was utterly consumed by this strange.

All you could feel was him.

Warm, overwhelming, and utterly impossible to resist.

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yuurivoice · 24 days ago

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Several questions!

1.What were you up to before starting yuurivoice?

2.When did you realize that this was what you were going to do as a job going forward?

3.Any anxieties that you had when you started first started?

4. Do you enjoy (not in the sexual sense) making the NSFW audios, or is that just something that pays the bills? Like, if you didn’t have to make NSFW audios for Patreon, would you still do it for fun?

5. If they have,how do you think writing these stories has changed you as a person ?

Pre-YV I was just about done trying. I had an anime YouTube channel doing some video essay style stuff but it wasn't really popping off. I'd done some professional writing, but fell out of the space I'd built up my experience in and didn't feel like going back. No schooling. No job. Kinda at a dead end with no real shot at getting on my feet. Then Yuri on Ice happened, and it was off to the races.

So on to point 2, shit bro the first time I got commissioned I was like...well I better keep going. There was no "and I quit my real job to become a full time content creator!" moment, it was "i got off food stamps and didn't have to go to the food bank anymore". So my experience was much different, I was instead constantly anxious that everything would burn to the ground and dry up. I worked incredibly hard. Too hard. For a year, two years, three. I don't know when I finally felt safe. I don't know if I ever truly will, but I accepted that it was a real career and was my job moving forward when I finally was renting my own place with my own money.

That probably covers a bit of point 3, but I remember the fear that I wouldn't be able to pivot from Yuri On Ice content to other fandoms, and then from mostly fandom work to my own original characters. It was a scary leap at the time.

I enjoy making NSFW stuff when I don't have a dozen other things to worry about. If all I had to do was just post the smut, life would be a lot easier. Having to split a SFW to NSFW concept, make it a decent YouTube video, script it, record it, plus the smut, separate posts, schedule uploads, write the descriptions......you see what I'm saying? If I just had to moan for a bit and hit post I'd have a great time. Instead it feels like I have to run a goddamn gauntlet just to get one basic thing done. Needless to say, my passion really lies with the narrative work. I want to keep refining my process so I have less friction getting shit done.

As for how my writing and how these stories have changed me, I think there are a multitude of ways I've been impacted but it can be summed up with:

I spent my whole life feeling like I was out of place, inoperable, lazy, and all in all useless. My imagination and daydreaming was what carried me through abuse, heartache, grief, and every miserable thing that ever happened to me because if I didn't try to soothe myself and escape, I couldn't have made it. Writing became the only thing I felt I ever had a real talent for. Storytelling was the thing that made me feel like I was in the right place, doing the right thing.

The biggest change is that I've received all the confirmation I ever could have asked for, I've been afforded the opportunity prove myself and succeed. The confidence that has given me gave me the push to live, more and more. I've fought to better myself and keep going because I finally found my thing and every lie the world ever told me about myself has been undone. That's the big one.

Good questions! Thank you for asking! 💖✨️

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prof-peach · 1 year ago

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Little update!

So with work pulling me in all different directions right now, I've adjusted the Patreon, its tiers, and what you get for the support.

Ive been tied for time, so offering lots of stuff kind of shoots me in the foot, but instead i've set up super cheap tiers for peaks and exclusive art content viewing, as followes:

$2 for pokmeon only content. Comic wips and various little insights

$3 for Fruit salad AU's, thinsg where Peach, Plum and Grey exist elsewhere.

$3 for NSFW content.

$6 for everything stated above if you fancy the lot.

$15 if you love the work and want to be mega super fan.

These adjustments include access to the Dotaku Discord server so you can chat with others too.

FEEL FREE TO GO TAKE A LOOK AT PATREON IF YOU LIKE

I've been having a really hard time monetising what I do, and skip around a lot to do like, AUs and stuff between commissions to sooth my brain once its drained and tired, so i figured maybe it's worth putting these options out there for everyone.

The comic will however remain free, forever. I will not ever charge for that, and will still post here as regulalry as my timeframes will allow.

I also have a Ko-Fi if anyone is less sure about a monthly option buut still wishes to support the work here.

KO-FI FOR ANYONE WHO DOESNT KNOW ABOUT IT

Thanks for baring with me, and hopefully I can improve at selling myself as a creator, no one ever tells you thats the hardest part ^^'

#this is a quality of life update #mostly for me #who has been dying #RIP my work-sleep schedule #prof.peach #ooc

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ciaossu-imagines · 3 months ago

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Just wanted to give a heads up to all the lovelies who commission me or are considering commissioning me - I am hard at work at completing the current paid commissions. Once that is done, I will be switching my commission system over to Patreon, which I hope to have done as soon as possible. This is due to some issues I've been having with Etsy - they're now requiring my Social Insurance number and all my tax information, which I am not comfortable with providing, and have been taking more of a percentage from my revenue than they claimed they would. Not only will I be selling my commissions on there, but it will also be a way you can not only support this blog but get more content - the lowest paid tier will have in depth au's, explorations of characters (the first month's content will be weekly digs into fictional character's astrological signs and birth charts and how well everything fits or does not fit). The only other tier will guarantee a full one-shot fic either every week or bi-weekly, I am not sure which. Free membership just gets headcanons, au ideas, and such outside of this blog, so basically anything I get inspired to write that isn't requested by someone else.

By the end of today, all my Etsy listings will be taken down. The shop will remain open until such time as all commissions are delivered. Please be patient with me while I get all commissions finished and the new Patreon and its content up and available.

#commission talk

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dreambones · 1 year ago

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No Content November

The goal of NCN is to show what would happen if everyone stopped creating free content.

Your dash would be empty. No art. No fics. No comics.

The idea is that for the whole month of November, creators of all kinds (artists, writers, etc) don’t post any sort of content, this to create a simulation of what happens to posts when you only like them instead of rebloging them, the art/fics/comics/ don’t get circulated, and eventually there’s nothing to see and enjoy.

Every content creator has experienced the unbalance between Likes and Reblogs.

Likes look nice, but Reblogs give exposure, which results in even more people finding your work.

Reblogs help creators grow, and be encouraged, which means even more content than before!

What can you do to help as a non creator (and creator)?

During November support your favorite content creators by Rebloging, Commenting or sending an Ask!

Even a short “Nice work! Love it” is great to cheer up and encourage the content creators whom work you enjoy.

(You are also encouraged to do this the whole year!)

The long term goal is to one day, make Reblogs as abundant as Likes, plus with this small but very meaningful support, we could all end up enjoying even more content than before!

And if you are not a creator but the content you enjoy has ever made you happy, helped you in some way, even to just brighten your day a little bit, please, consider giving those creators your support! It will be very appreciated.

FAQ bellow the “Read More”

I don’t want to participate because [insert reason here]

That’s alright! Just like any other monthly trend in the internet, you are not forced or expected to participate. It is true that the more of us that do this, the more impactful it can be, but if you don’t want to do it the whole month, or just do a couple days, that’s fine.

You are just a big, popular blog trying to trick and damage smaller blogs

I get this assumption a lot, and I am not a big blog. I have been posting my content online for about 16 years and currently have 794 followers after having to move blogs in 2021 because I found out Tumblr was hiding my content in the search engine for being a side blog (and for reference, I had around 593 last year and 150 followers the previous one). This is not an effort to “jeopardize” smaller creators, nor a sneaky way to harm others, I am doing and have been doing this because year after year, the share vs like ratio has been worsening, and I plan on keep doing this as long as needed, even if I become a big blog, I won’t stop.

I want to help but I don’t want to stop posting, how else can I help?

Reblog! This is the perfect month to spam your followers by rebloging the work of other creators you follow, you can also leave comments and send asks! This is the moment to let know your favorite creators you appreciate their hard work and presence on the internet!

Artist and creators are not entitled to reblogs, you can’t ask that

You are right, we are not entitled, nor in the right to demand reblogs, comments or any sort of support. But in the same note, people that enjoy our content, are not entitle to demand more content, specific content, or faster content when it is being given to them for free. And sadly that happens way too often.

I want to participate but I depend on my Commissions / Patreon to buy food/survive

That’s alright, you can still participate! NCN aims towards Free content that we post, the one that we share with no sort of payment back, you can still do and share paid content you do.

I participated last years and nothing changed

Unfortunately, we can’t change the world in a single month. This is NCN fourth year, and granted, it’s not abysmally different now, but the worse that can happen is that nothing changes, and I rather keep trying than sit down and wonder if maybe it could have worked. On the other hand, I’ve received and found a lot of artists that enjoy this month because it gives them an excuse to rest and not focus on their blogs and just enjoy making, and that is enough reason for me to keep trying.

As closing notes please remember I am just another human being behind the screen. You are 100% allowed to not like this idea, you can block me and the tag if you don’t want to see any of it. There’s no need for mean messages or attacks.

#artists on tumblr #reblogs over likes #No Content November #creators on tumblr #support fellow artists #It’s gona be that time of the year again #I had to redo the post because the other one got messed up with the Read More and stuff #I know it’s still 2 months away but everytime I post this I get notes saying #they wont participate because I didnt remind them early enough #But given the decline on reblogs this year please consider joining #and spreading this around!#Big and small blogs this is a join effort #No Content November 2023 #Have a nice Friday

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elevenharbor · 1 year ago

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bye #sesshome

STOP. STEALING. MY. ART. WITHOUT. MY. PERMISSION.

Didn’t want to do this, but enough is enough. I had to find out from others (while I am away overseas with limited internet) that multiple SessKag LATAM groups on facebook had been reposting my art & not crediting me (the artist), and even going as far as cropping my watermark out. To add salt to an open wound, I also found out someone made a T-shirt of my art without my knowledge.

l create SessKag art to share with the community. I get no monetary compensation from the hours of work I put in, nor am I asking for money (this is in part why I do not take commissions.) All I ask in return is to credit me, the artist, whenever they share my works. It is as simple as copy/pasting the original source, whether through instagram or tumblr.

yet this is so difficult to do, for some reason.

I know I am not going to get rich off of this. I know art theft is common. People make fanfic covers of my stuff. Art theft is hard to prevent unless I put everything behind a pay wall (ie Patreon) and even that isn’t foolproof.

I draw because I genuinely enjoy the community and what it has to offer.

But not this- blatant art theft.

but seriously, ya’ll have put a bad taste in my mouth. Enjoy not getting SessKag content from me because I’m out.

to those who’ve read this far, I ask that you help out fellow artists who face the same problem. If you see art that you know was made by someone else without proper credit, please flag the posts, or at least bring it to the page admin’s attention to give credit where credit is due.

block me, unfollow me, i don’t give a damn. I’m still going to create for other fandoms. Maybe if I am less salty I’ll think about posting under that tag again.

#sesskag #sesshome #fuck off #i hate it here

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darkanddirtyknb · 1 year ago

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Important Notice

I want to give a warm hello to all of my beautiful like-minded freaks, creeps, and horny little toads. We have had quite the journey together. It's hard to believe I started my blog and Patreon so long ago. Sometimes it's painful to reflect on because I was in a much better place when I started my blog. But we learn to live with the hand we receive in life, and that's what I'm doing. Which brings me to the reason I'm posting this today. This has been a long time coming, and I suppose I've been putting it off because I haven't wanted to admit it to myself. I've been in such a period of stasis. But I kept trying to convince myself that I could return to how I used to be—putting out content like the wind, writing commissions, having deep discussions and long conversations with my supporters, and so on. But the truth is, I just can't do it anymore. My body has taken a toll on me, and my fire has burned out. My physical health (and sometimes mental) has taken its course, and this is the path I have no choice but to follow. However, despite the war I'm waging with my body, there is good news. I won my disability claim. I'm not making much, but it's enough that I can support myself monetarily. So, I will be closing my Patreon. I'll also no longer be writing commissions for the foreseeable future. I've been delaying this part of my announcement because I hate letting people down. My Patreon aside, I made a lot of promises to people that I couldn't keep. For that, I'm sorry. I never accepted any money for work I didn't start, so I owe no one anything in a monetary way. But I will be letting people down, and that truly bothers me. If you were in line for a story, I give you my sincerest apologies from the bottom of my heart. If you feel like I let you down in any way, I'm sorry for that too. That said, to be fair, I didn't know this was going to happen to me. I hold no control over the turns my health takes, and if I could change it, I would. I will still post from time to time. I'm not giving up on writing. But what once took me one to two days now takes me weeks, sometimes months to finish. I will still be around, and I will still engage with my followers. I'm not disappearing. My health may have won this round, but I won't let it take me down. I've come too far to give up what I love. I actually have a very detailed story in the works, and come hell or high water, I will finish it. I want to thank everyone who has stuck by my side. To everyone who has supported me, shared talks with me, read my works, liked my stories, and left comments—thank you. These things have helped me through some of my darkest hours. As for my Patrons, hopefully, by closing my account this month, you'll be able to have some extra money after the holidays. I want to give a special thank you to you. You kept me afloat by helping me pay for necessities like my medication, food, gas for medical appointments, and more. Without you, I truly don't know how I would have reached this point in my life. I hope there are no hard feelings. I'm doing what I need to for myself, but also, what I feel is best. If I get a second wind, I might write those stories still jotted down on my whiteboard. You never know. Lastly, I want to share another piece of good news. My parents surprised me with a new friend. I will post pictures of her below. Her name is Luna. (Not after Luna Lovegood, but our Lord and Savior, The Moon.) She has certainly kept me on my toes, and I'm not sure she's been the best thing when it comes to my disabilities, considering I can barely keep up with her. But I'm in love, and I know that ultimately, she'll be well worth the hassle—which she most definitely is right now. She's a right pain in the ass. I'm pretty sure she's a quarter Gremlin, a quarter Audrey 2, and two-quarters Piranha. I'm sending all my love to everyone. I hope you have a wonderful holiday season. If you have any questions or just want to shoot me a message please don't hesitate. Please take care of yourselves. It's dangerous business out there. Much love, Kai

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smittenroses · 2 years ago

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⌞ask box open⌝ | ⌞commissions open⌝ | ⌞ko-fi?⌝ | ⌞Patreon coming soon⌝

— Fossils

Fandom — Identity V Pairing — Professor | Luchino Diruse/Paleontologist reader Summary — The Professor joins the Paleontologist on one of many trips to the Lakeside Request — Hello there (>▽<)ﾉ Wanted to request since the ask box is open! Can I request Luchino (It could be Evil Reptilian or Professor since i'm not sure which one to pick--) with survivor reader who's a Paleontologist? Like they mostly study on dinosaur fossils and such, I feel like they'd give Luchino a mini fossil of a dinosaur that's close related to one of Luchino's favorite reptile, I hope this is ok! (*꒪ヮ꒪*) Content Warnings — none Word Count — 531 words Author's note — I want to bite his ear

“It seems our little dinosaur hunter is down in a hole again.”

Glancing up at the shadow that was cast over your form in the hole you had made, the Professor’s brown eyes twinkled in amusement, his white sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he leaned over the hole, seeming to admire the work that you had put in to dig up what may have been a car’s worth of soil in the middle of lakeside, your gear covered in dirt and mud and other matter as you sat, crouched over a mound of hard dirt.

“There’s not really much else to do, Diruse.” Your fingers worked at the patch of dirt, tools coming to and forth from your hands as you worked the dirt pile piece by piece, your heart fluttering as you thought about what this could be; could it be a new discovery, a new creature that hadn’t been discovered by anyone else and would be your greatest achievement? You could picture it now, your name up in lights in the museums, in science magazines, maybe you’d finally get your own book deal.

You’d finally get the funding you deserved.

“There’s plenty to do here, dinosaur hunter.” Sliding down the side of the hole, dirt was kicked up from his landing as it blew into your eyes, sitting straight up as you coughed and spluttered, wiping the dirt from your face with your arm as you heard the professor close the gap, Luchino’s feet stopping shy from your excavation site. “So, what is this?”

“Currently it’s a pile of dirt,” you managed between coughs, “nothing more than that yet.”

“Interesting.” You heard the scrape of his nails against dirt as he picked up one of your tools, watching as he played with the sharp end of your scraper once the dirt had finally settled, his oddly patched skin seeming to catch the light with each muscle twitch, each movement he made. He certainly was a weird man, but a man who took in the same interest as you picked up your tools, brushing, chipping, and scraping away at the mound.

You knew that you would have to fill back in the dirt before the next match could start, after all, your site served as a safety hazard, but yet as your tools met something hard and not nearly as breakable as dirt, your eyes lit up as you quickened your pace, the hard callused fossil coming up to the surface, the indents of a life form easily visible from your view.

“A common lizard.” And there went your excitement. Glancing up at the professor as he removed the fossil from the ground, twisting his fingers in the dirt to free it, you watched as he examined it, the spines, the grooves, the indents before he looked back at you, standing to his full height before beginning to climb out. “I’m keeping this.”

Wait, what? “W-wait, that’s my find!” scrambling to your feet to chase after him.

You failed to notice the limbed serpent that had been watching you from its perch, slithering into your hole once you were gone; oh well, she could wait another day.

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emerystellar · 10 months ago

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hii ^_^ i would appreciate if anyone could spare some change cuz i have a lot of expenses right now and i am barely stringing along. more context/sob story under the cut if you want but tl;dr car repairs, ubers to/from work, and food in the meantime

ways to support me:

redbubble ☆ i have quite a few things on there, including logos of my stuff and retro things like bowling alley carpet, i’m working on a pride collection of bowling alley carpets too!! and i have a lot more in the works :]

patreon ☆ four different tiers with varying perks, and near-daily updates on art projects, sneak peeks at redbubble designs, previews on music and even full songs weeks before they release- also recognition on youtube, my discord, etc etc!

donations ☆ these are quick links to all the major money sharing apps (cashapp venmo paypal), if you want to do zelle that requires my email ([email protected])

bandcamp ☆ for as little as a dollar you can pick any of my currently released songs to get the highest quality download, which is equivalent to listening to it 34 times on spotify… so if you really like my music then own it for yourself here! you can also get 50% off literally anything with the code hungrypumpkin (since it’s helping me pay for food lol)

and if you can’t donate, pleaaaase reblog hopefully to reach someone who can- reblogs help wayyy more than likes in this case ^^

thank you all!!! you’re amazing and i hope you have a stellar day

poll for engagement:

okayyy umm hii… i’m a queer trans non-binary neurodivergent indie artist, teacher, and musician (to get all the demographic solidarity out there, i never know how to write these) and as of rn i’m having to pay my dad $1900 to fix my car’s transmission while ALSO paying anywhere from $100-150 a week on ubers to get to and from work since i have a residential tutoring job. while ALSO having to pay rent, bills, etc like normal. it fuckign sucks and i’ve literally been eating almost nothing except free handouts from college … it’s a nightmare and it weighs on me every day 😔

not only are most of the ubers a wild roulette on whether the car’s going to be super uncomfortable and make me nauseous, the driver being overpolitical and talking about super uncomfortable shit out of the blue and making me feel really unsafe, they’re often super fucking late and i can’t risk being late to work and it’s just all around not sustainable yayy!! and i also just learned i have depression from all this! which next to the rest of my melting pot of neurodivergence makes it Really goddamn hard to exist in a positive way!

when i’m not at work or school i am making as much content as i possibly can and pushing it out onto redbubble, patreon, etc. you will get more than your moneys worth in return from artistic content and stuff, that’s all i have to offer right now, because frankly commissions are extremely draining and take me SUPER LONG to finish- i don’t want you to have to fight through my executive dysfunction to get a finished piece that’s not fair to you and i want to make this as worth it as possible on the user end

if you want a specific goal, then right now, $350 for ubers for a month would help a lot but naturally give as much as you can because i need all i can get rn ^^; i’m lowballing it so it feels more achievable really but just ,, please anything helps lol

$0 / $350

thank you i love you all my gratitude is immeasurable and i just.. thank you for supporting me it helps more than you know

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thevanillerose · 1 month ago

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GRACE | YANDERE!SEBASTIAN x READER | BLACK BUTLER

~ WRITING COMMISSIONS ~ ~ PATREON ~ ~ KO-FI ~ ~ NOVELS ~

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators. Content Warnings: Yandere / Unhealthy relationship A/N: Request [4/10] for my 100 Followers Celebration!

The Phantomhive Manor.

The first time you set foot inside that place, it took everything in you not to gape openly. It was more like a palace masquerading as a home, the kind of grandiose estate that made even the most disciplined workers awestruck when they arrived for duty.

Ornate chandeliers hung above, gems like falling stars, and polished marble floors gleamed underfoot, the scent of aged wood and fresh roses always permeating the air. Room after room awaited inside, each one led to by a labyrinth of hallways.

It was beautiful, yes. Imposing too.

There was great power here, far more than your poor, downtrodden family could ever even fathom. With resilience though, you had managed to work your way up to this prestigious position; a Phantomhive maid.

You adjusted your posture as you stepped inside, smoothing your skirts and lifting your chin, quietly reminding yourself of the importance of this day. First impressions were everything, but you were fairly confident. After all, you had been raised to carry yourself with grace and decorum, qualities your previous, smaller employers, had always admired. It was that reputation that had earned you this opportunity, and you didn’t intend to squander it.

“Ah, the new maid,” a smooth, rich voice greeted, pulling your attention to the figure approaching you.

Sebastian Michaelis.

You recognized him immediately, having heard the staff in your last post whispering about him—the perfect butler, the shadow of the Earl of Phantomhive. Seeing him in person made those stories feel almost understated. His presence was magnetic, his tailored suit fitting him impeccably, and those crimson eyes…

They were piercing in a way that made your chest tighten. He was ethereally beautiful.

He offered you a polite bow. “Welcome to Phantomhive Manor. I trust your journey was pleasant.”

“It was, thank you,” you replied, keeping your tone steady. You returned his bow with practiced poise, careful not to let your nerves show. Your ankle almost wobbled, but you willed it into check.

Sebastian straightened, his gaze lingering on you for a beat too long.

“Follow me. We’ll begin at once.”

…

The first few days were grueling. Sebastian was exacting in a way that bordered on ruthless. Every task was scrutinized, every mistake corrected with almost inhuman precision. But you’d expected as much. The Phantomhive household had a pretty scary reputation when it came to high standards, and Sebastian made it clear from the outset that he intended to uphold them just as strictly as the rumors suggested. Luckily, this was something you had prepared for.

“You were uneven here,” he said one morning, gesturing to the edge of a polished silver tray you’d arranged. “Symmetry is paramount. Start again.”

“Yes, Mr. Michaelis,” you replied, keeping your tone even, though your ego was a little bruised. You made the adjustment without hesitation regardless, wanting to keep him happy. Wanting to keep this job, one you had worked so hard for.

It wasn’t until you glanced up that you noticed the faintest flicker of…something…in his eyes. It was gone in an instant, replaced by his usual placid manner, but it had been there. It had definitely been there. And it wasn’t the last time you’d witness it.

By the end of your first week, even Sebastian had trouble finding fault in your performance. That alone would have been satisfying, but it was the subtle shifts in his demeanor that caught your attention—the way his gaze lingered when he thought you weren’t looking, the way his tone softened ever so slightly when addressing you.

“Impressive,” he had commented one afternoon after watching you arrange the dining table for a dinner service. The compliment was rare, and his voice carried a warmth you hadn’t heard before.

“Thank you,” you said, meeting his eyes.

Something flickered there again, but he looked away before you could discern it.

Thus, it didn’t take long for word of your performance to spread. When a visiting noblewoman from another prominent family dined at the Phantomhive estate, she noticed your poise and precision immediately. You caught her watching you several times during the evening, and by the time the dinner ended, she had requested a private word with Ciel.

A few days later, you were called into the estate manager’s office.

“You’re being transferred,” the manager told you bluntly. “Lady Ashdown’s family has requested your services. They’re offering a significant sum to secure you.”

The news took you by surprise, but you couldn’t deny the opportunity was flattering. The Ashdown family was one of the wealthiest in England, and working for them would be an incredible step forward in your career.

“Does the young master approve?” you asked carefully.

“Lord Phantomhive has no objections,” the manager replied. “Lady Ashdown’s bid outmatched what we would pay to retain you, and his lordship sees no reason to interfere.”

“Then…” you flushed happily, “...That’s simply wonderful news!”

…

When Sebastian heard this ‘wonderful news’, though, his reaction was anything but positive. Not even neutral.

“Transferring?” he repeated, his tone dangerously soft. He stood perfectly still, but the tension radiating off him was palpable. Like an aura.

You hesitated. “Yes. Lady Ashdown’s family made an offer—”

“And the young master agreed to this?”

You nodded. “It’s a good opportunity.”

For a moment, Sebastian said nothing. Then, he turned his gaze to you, his crimson eyes darker than you’d ever seen them, almost black.

“A good opportunity,” he echoed, his voice cold. “For whom?”

“I—” You faltered, unsure how to respond.

“You’ve worked here for mere weeks,” he continued, his tone like ice. “Do you believe your training is complete? That you’ve reached the pinnacle of what you could achieve under my guidance?”

“I’m grateful for what I’ve learned here,” you said carefully, trying to placate him. “But—”

“Gratitude is meaningless if it leads to abandonment,” he said sharply. His words cut through you, and for the first time, you saw something raw beneath his polished exterior—something possessive.

You opened your mouth to argue, but he turned away abruptly, his movements stiff, and left the room without another word.

…

The night before your transfer, you struggled to sleep. The manor was eerily quiet tonight, silent in a way that felt heavy, oppressive, cloying. Though you tried to shake the unease crawling up your spine, it clung to you relentlessly.

After tossing yourself back and forth into an uncomfortable sweat, you decided to take a walk to clear your head and exhaust yourself a little, but as you stepped into the hallway, you found Sebastian waiting for you.

He stood there in the middle of your path, his posture as perfect as ever, but there was something different about him. He smiled when he saw you, but it wasn’t kind.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked softly.

You nodded, your throat suddenly dry. “I thought a walk might help.”

He stepped closer, his crimson eyes glinting in the low light. “And tomorrow,” he murmured, “you leave.”

“Yes,” you said, though the word felt uncertain now, like it didn’t belong to you. “Sebastian, about that—”

“You won’t be leaving.”

The words were calm, but the force behind them was undeniable, and scary. Your chest tightened. “Sebastian, it’s not up to you—”

“You belong here,” he said, cutting you off. His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried all the weight of a firm command. “With me.”

Your breath caught. “Sebastian, I—”

“Shh.” He closed the distance between you, his gloved hand brushing against your cheek. His smile widened, but it was predatory now, his eyes gleaming with something primal. “I won’t permit it. You are mine.”

…His?

“You do have a choice, of course,” he interrupted smoothly, his voice soft but sharp as a blade. He stepped closer, and you instinctively stepped back, only to feel the fine wallpaper against your shoulders. “You can choose to stay. Or you can choose to leave and face the consequences.”

Your chest tightened. “What…consequences?”

Sebastian tilted his head slightly, his smile widening. “Do you believe the Ashdown family will receive you if you fail to arrive?” he murmured, his tone as gentle as it was menacing. “What will they think if your journey ends abruptly? If your carriage is overturned in an unfortunate accident? Or perhaps…” He paused, his gloved fingers brushing against your cheek in sickening tenderness. “…if word reaches them that you’ve simply vanished?”

The breath caught in your throat. “You wouldn’t—”

“Wouldn’t I?” he asked, his crimson eyes locking onto yours and holding your own gaze captive. His smile didn’t waver, but there was something unhinged and strange about the way he looked at you now, something that made your stomach twist nauseously.

“Do you truly believe you have more value to them than you do to me?”

Your heart began to pound against your ribs.

“Sebastian, this isn’t right—”

“What ‘isn’t right’,” he said softly, leaning in closer, “is the idea of someone else benefiting from all that you’ve become under my guidance. From the dedication I’ve cultivated. From the grace I’ve come to admire.”

You shuddered as his hand slipped from your cheek to your chin, tilting your face up to meet his with just two slender digits. His touch was deceptively gentle, smooth against your skin, but there was no mistaking the reality that you were trapped. You couldn’t pull away, even if you tried.

“You were never meant to leave, [Y/N],” he murmured, his voice low and hypnotic. “Not for them. Not for anyone.”

Your voice trembled as you spoke. “The young master—”

“Has no attachment to you,” he interrupted, his tone dismissive. “But I do.”

The weight of his words crushed whatever protest you might have had left. Staring at him, your body was frozen, your mind reeling. This wasn’t protectiveness. This wasn’t care. This was possession, pure and absolute.

“Do you see now?” he asked, his voice softer but no less dangerous. “There is no scenario in which you leave this manor.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, but you bit them back, refusing to let them fall.

“You can’t keep me here,” you whispered, though the words felt hollow even as you spoke them.

Sebastian chuckled, the sound low and dark, and stepped back just enough to let his gaze roam over you. “Oh, my dear,” he said, his smile widening into something far more sinister. “I am a demon. Keeping you here is the simplest of tasks.”

He straightened, his expression once again composed, as though the conversation had been nothing more than idle chatter. Yours was anything but.

“Go back to bed,” he said smoothly. “You’ll need your rest.”

You didn’t move, your heart still racing, your body trembling. Processing what he had just said.

“That wasn’t a suggestion,” he added with pressure in his tone, his crimson eyes glinting with warning. “Run along now. You have no need to trouble yourself with things you cannot change.”

Bewildered, you turned and stumbled back up the hallway toward your room, your legs barely carrying you, his words echoed in your mind. As your pace quickened, so too did your panic.

There was no leaving. Not now. Not ever.

And as you shut the door behind you, pressing your back against it, you realized one terrifying truth:

Sebastian Michaelis had already decided your fate.

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juniper-pines · 1 year ago

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Help Please! Commissions! Art for Doodles! Drive to Immediately Stabilize!

So I have a little under 80 days as of this writing to make about $8,000.00 - $10,000 USD

I have been struggling without work. Unpayed bills from the past few months have piled up. I've lost so much already, and I'm at risk of losing even more. On top of that, I need to move halfway across the country by the end of October, since the family I'm staying with is moving out of the country. I can't really follow them with my financial situation.

This escalation happened about a week after I had finally reached a point where I'm able to complete commissions and take in new ones. So now I have additional plans and schedules and stuff that need to be done... Additional money needs to be made, and fast, before I can settle into a more sensible work flow.

So... I'm doing everything. EVERYTHING! Whatever I can do! It's crunch time x1000!

The Quick Summary:

I have a Carrd now! There, you can find links to all my socials, Patreon, Ko-fi, GoFundMe, the form for requesting Commissions or Doodles-For-Donations and Monthly Patreon Doodles, and more! Check it out: https://juni-p.carrd.co/

My Patreon has been updated and makes sense finally! Monthly Doodles can be requested from the form at the bottom of the Commissions page on my Carrd for each monthly Patreon contribution!

You can request Doodles-For-Donations on that same form if you're donated anywhere! Ko-fi, Patreon, wherever! Check out the bottom of the Commissions page on my Carrd for info and a link to the form!

Commissions are open for requests right now! I'll start taking new ones very soon, so get your requests in! Look for the form link on the bottom of my Carrd's Commissions page!

My GoFundMe is still available, and has been updated with info about the move and such. You can read that for more info about it all and donate if you're feeling generous <3 (Also, this still counts for Doodles-for-Donations, too, if you want!)

Soon I'll have a store! With stickers and stuff! Maybe even shirts! I'll send out notifications when there's merch and stuff up, and the links will be up on my Carrd too!

Lots more specifics below, so keep reading! And thank you in advance for any help!

MILESTONES:

I have an income tracker on the Carrd, under News. When I hit a milestone, I'll be doing something special! ...though I haven't figured out what the special thing is just yet! Pls let me know if you have ideas. I wanna make it nice b/c TYTYTYTYTYTYTYTYthankyou~

PATREON INCENTIVES!

All Patreon backers now get a Doodle per month! Details and request form are on the Carrd! It's the same form as Commissions, so just make sure you pick the "Patreon" option, okay? I'm still thinking of what other incentives I can put on there. If anyone has any ideas, please let me know! I really appreciate y'all so much~

KOFI and Donation Doodles!

Like the Patreon doodles, but for one-time donations and things like that I'll be doing these whenever I'm on stream, too, so come say hi! Same request form! It's all on the Carrd!

Commission Requests are open!

I'll be taking new ones soon, once I get more of my backlog done, so if you want a commission, get your requests in! Pricing and details all on the Carrd! I'm working hard <3 <3

Also I'm doing Animations now, too! And YCH stuff soon! I'm excited about it!!! :D :D :D Pic related to both <3 (Thank you X!!!)

GoFundMe

My GoFundMe's been updated to explain my situation some, and to help give me some relief from the amount of work I now have to do in such a short time. Shares, reblogs, etc, are just as appreciated as the donations. Thank you <3

I'm also opening a RedBubble with stickers and prints and stuff!

I don't know what to put there yet, but I already have the storefront and such. More to come soon, of course <3 It's empty at the time of posting, but there'll be stuff there soon!

Finishing commissions comes first, of course~

If you read all of that, TY

I am going through the climax of this whole ordeal I've been in for the past few years and/or most of my life Honestly, the uncertainty hitting such a high is scary, but I'm gonna do my best ( TuT)9 My DMs on Discord are always open if you have any thoughts or questions, okay? TY, everyone, for sticking with me through it all <3

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splathousefiction · 3 months ago

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Update 10/6/24

Gming er'body

It's been a busy few days here at Splathouse. Friday morning I woke with a head cold and coughed so hard I pinched a nerve in my back, and I've been laid up for two days dealing with both. Today was the first day I was able to walk without my cane and a manageable level of pain; I'm going to continue taking the rest of the day off in order to make sure I can stand upright behind a mic without fear of doubling over in agony.

Sciatic nerve pain ain't no joke. Don't get old, folks.

In other news, I thought I would update all of you on current schedules and the like for content:

Fansly: totally up in the air as of this writing

Patreon: "Smoke Session: The Hurricane Episode" will likely record tomorrow. This will cover absolutely everything that happened from my POV and how horrible helen was to NC. Bring your tissues, it's likely to get emotional.

"Old Man LaCroix: Act 1-The Old Gray Wolf" Will likely premier friday (october 11/24), since I was physically unable to record at all over the last few days. However, I still don't believe in sacrificing quality to ensure a deadline. So if not friday, "when it's done being edited". I want this series to be perfect as you all deserve nothing less.

I was originally going to record "ICFT: Taladega Nights" before Helen dropped, and I still intend to do the review despite the fact the movie is no longer available on the service. It's a fantsic movie with a deeply personal tie to the person that directly inspired me to start this podcast, and so the episode will be in dedication to them. Sean, if you're reading this, I love you so much buddy.

Commissions: I currently have 1 commission in the queue and 1 very long overdue finale for another series I think would be *perfect* for a halloween upload on patreon. To these people, your patience during this completely unprecedented part of my life has been incredible and should we ever have the good fortune of crossing paths, I hope you like hugs. Those will be worked on some time over the next few days.

To everyone else:

Thank you once again for your incredible support during hurricane Helen. NGL, this has been the hardest week of my life in a great while and the destruction the hurricane let loose in NC is comparable only to Katrina. Without a doubt or joke to be had, there was a very good chance when the hurricane touched down I wouldn't be here typing this. The fact I survived not only it's arrival but the week after (and what's more, my immediate family as well) was made possible directly by many of you.

Thursday evening was the first time I allowed myself to sit down and really think about the fact my life was on the line. Specifically, by the giant tree directly in front of my bedroom. I got lucky, and many people in NC alive today got lucky. But the margin of error was that thin.

I love nature, but I'm cutting down that #$%-ing tree.

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